I'm wide awake.
Night fell long ago;
morning rose to take its place.
I hide my face
from the light.
The peace of sleep
never graced my pillow.
Instead the tumultuous waves
of worry and stress
tossed my hair--
strands tangled and strewn
looking so much like
the pieces of my life.
The birds chirp and warble,
the neighborhood rustles with life.
I hear the rest of the world wake up
and face the day I cannot bear.
I hear them all--
The pain, the pain!
My heart comes crashing down.
Tears flow as sobs wreck my body.
I fall apart as my alarm
clamors for my attention
"Get up and face the day!"
It says too cheerily.
I stifle a scream with my pillow
and struggle to not do the same
to the cheery devil next to my bed.
The rest of the world starts a new day,
but I break down and disintigrate
when I cannot face the new day.